My Guardian Angel(79)

“No, it’s not,” I said quietly, looking out through the store front window. They were close to opening it up.

I stood there, my arms crossed, shaking my head. I was so engrossed that I failed to notice a customer had walked in.

“So, what’s the deal here? Do you actually work or stare out the window?” It couldn’t be. Ten fuckin’ years had gone by. There would be no way that boy would be here. I turned my head slightly and there in my store’s entryway stood Damon.





When it Rains it Pours



The old saying when it rains it pours was seriously an understatement when it came to me and my life. It didn’t pour, a fuckin’ typhoon happened the moment he walked in my store and subsequently back into my life. I put my best poker face on as I held my stance with my arms still crossed.

“You can sit wherever you like.” I smiled, not meaning it. He nodded and proceeded to walk into my restaurant and sat down in one of our booths.

“Well… isn’t he the cat’s meow,” Silvia said, nearly moaning.

“God, how old are you again?” I asked her, looking at her like she had a few screws loose.

“Old! But my libido is still working.” She grinned.

“Okay, way too much info.” I shook my head at her.

She wasn’t wrong about him. The man was stunning, with his dark, longish hair in a perfect haircut with a faint beard and his intense blue, like the sky, eyes. His black, perfectly trimmed suit only added to his effect which, by his grin, he knew.

I smiled as I walked over to him.

“What can I get you?” I asked.

“Coffee and some company would be nice.” He continued to grin.

His voice had gotten deeper over the years. I shook it off. Fine, I can admit it, he turned out to be sexy, but it didn’t change the fact he tormented me all throughout high school, like I was his personal plaything. I brought him the coffee. I was tempted to throw it on him, but I didn’t.

“Here’s your coffee” I placed it on the table. “Silvia?” I yelled over my shoulder. “And here’s your company, sir.” I grinned.

Silvia nearly launched herself onto the booth.

“Well, hello, dear!” She smiled from ear to ear, her dentures nearly falling out. Damon’s face fell. I had to step away not to laugh.

“Um…how about the boss lady?” he asked, leaning away from Silvia and her dentures.

“The boss lady? Ah, forget her, sweet sugar. You have this beautiful dame right here in front of you. How’s about you and me go for some giggle waters?” She wagged her eyebrows at him.

“Are you for real? Hey!” he yelled over to me. “Is this lady for real? What the fuck is giggle water?” he asked me, seemingly uncomfortable.

“Alcohol!” she said, shocked that he didn’t know.

Well, the truth was I didn’t know either, but that was Silvia. She was stuck back in a time I had no clue of.

“How about I take a rain check?” Damon said half smiling.

“Ah, raspberries,” Silvia pouted.

“Hey Addie? Addie? Addie?” he called my name each time in a different tone.

“I'm sorry, sir, how is it that you know my name?” I grinned. God, if it wasn’t for customer service and the fact I didn’t want him to know I remembered him, I would have thrown his ass out so fast.

“You can’t be serious? Addie, it’s me,” he said, holding out his hands like ‘hey I’m unforgettable.’ I shook my head.

“You are who, exactly?” I asked again, shrugging.

“Damon, Damon Evans,” he sighed.

“Oh, I like the name,” Silvia moaned again.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Damon, Damon Evans.” I smiled and nodded.

“You have to be fucking with me,” he said none too pleased as he stood up and walked over to me. “I know you remember me,” he said low as he glared at me.

“I'm not going to lie; it rings a bell.” I shook my head again. “College?” I offered.

“Fine, we’ll play your game, your way.” He threw some money on the table. He stood up still looking at me as he fixed his coat and began to walk out. “For now!” He pulled the door open and left.

“You’re telling me you don’t remember a fine piece of ass like that?” Silvia pointed at the door.

“No, I don’t. I remember a boy who made my life miserable,” I growled low into my chest.

“Aw shucks, honey, if he looked like that he could have made my life a living hell and I would have loved it,” she said as she started blowing kisses at him through the window.

I inched closer to the storefront and watched as Damon walked away. Why did I feel like my future had this ominous cloud over it?